Yesterday afternoon I went downstairs and looked out the back window. To my surprise, I saw that the first local utility pole to go was already history. I hadn't even heard the crew working out there. Walt was watching tennis on TV, and he hadn't heard anything either. The undergrounding saga had entered into a new phase.
Good riddance — bon débarras ! That's what we say. The big old concrete pole was just plain unsightly. There's another one on the other corner of our back yard that we'll be glad to see gone, too, and a third one in the middle of a parcel of red-wine grapevines out on the north side..
It's surprising that we didn't hear any sawing or hammering. The pole-removal crew obviously left a stump. Maybe they'll come back and dig it out one day. Until they do — and whether they do or not — we can live with it.
That's a nice change for you and your view, eh?
ReplyDeleteI hope they do remove that "stump"...
ReplyDeleteotherwise, when the men with the mowing arm on the tractor come around...
the air in your vicinity will turn rapidly blue as they hit it with the blades...
Ineo probably WON'T remove it...
so, once the grass gets taller than the stump...
I would suggest either...
[A] buying some earplugs...
[B] turning the music up...
[C] standing the other side of the hedge at the corner and learing some new French expletives!!
Or you could warn him about it...
ReplyDeleteand get your hedge trimmed for free each time he comes past!!